He's been an awesome little helper and is already learning so much English. I'm completely astounded at how quickly he's picking it up. He says "Mama, Dada, Jack-Jack, pants, Mimi, Nana and Hi" For a child who barely said a single word when we visited in the baby house, he has been chattering and singing non-stop since we picked him up. When we're done with dinner, he pushes in the chairs and puts the stools against the wall. After I change diapers, he puts the wipes and changing pad away. Perhaps each child had a little job in the baby house? It's so funny, I just show him the diaper and he runs and jumps up on the couch and lays down on the changing pad!! You gotta love it!!
Carter was most likely just exhausted, hungry and in pain when we saw him these last two weeks. I've been giving him Tylenol and Motrin for his teething and keeping him fed and hydrated...with that he's an absolute dream! He's playful and smiley and loves to cuddle and smooch. The shrieking has eased up considerably, it now centers primarily around the beginning and end of meals. When we start feeding him, he shrieks for more between bites, then when he's all done and we start cleaning up, he shrieks like we forgot to feed him. He's easily distracted, but Jeez he's loud!! He's a hard-core thumb sucker, and does not care for any pacifier substitute I offer. I wasn't sure how easy he'd be to get back on the bottle, but when he saw it the first time his little eyes lit up like it was Christmas. He settled in easily tummy to tummy and sucked it right down. We weren't sure whether to offer him formula or just go straight to milk since we weren't sure if they could tolerate lactose or not. In the end, we went with milk and they're both doing well. No diarrhea or apparent tummy upsets.
Speaking of tummies, I had no idea people of that size could eat that much food. I know I mentioned it before, but Oh. My. God. These children can eat me under the table. I am seriously afraid of gastric rupture. I put reasonable (to heavy) portions down, they suck it down, then look for more. You guys have seen the photos. These are not starving orphans. They have major thigh chub and guts that hang over their pants. I guess it's residual from their bio home. They had a fairly hard start in life and it doesn't sound like meals were any too regular there... I imagine it's hard to let go of that fear. Plus we're strangers and they're not sure how regularly the chuck wagon runs around here!
Okay, I know that no one is hanging around for my delightful prose. Ya'll want photos, right? Here you go...
Kickin' with sippy cups after breakfast.
A little art class this morning.
Super Coop's new hair cut. I had to lose that fringy bang!!
Carter at the park yesterday.
Okay, guys... we're off to the Embassy!!